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Come my beauty, I am the voice of the forest,
Just take my mossy hand and come my dearest;
With love you will be embraced by emerald vines,
Listen to the birds sing, oh what a sweet chorus.
And in ancient towering trees the wild wind whines,
On hanging branches tangled moss falls and twines;
Let us take this path, see the sage unfolding ferns,
Not far, my dear, a creek bubbles like sweet chimes.
Come my darling, be careful of those wild rose thorns,
A colorful bright hummingbird twirls, swirls and turns;
To hear my whisper, that has always been your "choice",
I know you love me, since childhood this love burns.
The forest is within your heart and I am the sweet voice,
And in your dream dear, I called and you came by choice;
You love my green deepness, my peace, and tranquility,
So until it is time to wake, be still and just rejoice.
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April 30, 2016
Poetry/Rubaiyat/Forest
Copyright Protected, ID 16-784-237-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Poetry (Fill in the Blank)
sponsor, Poet Destroyer
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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